“Let’s Welcome Jimi Hendrix to our Western Stage!”

Some time ago I shared my “Geisha with Wind-Tossed Hair.” (see earlier post)
I had mentioned that “she” had been derived from a fanciful sunset.  I’ve finally made the time to process the cloud imagery that occurred prior to the appearance of my wind-tossed evening hostess in the imaginal Kyoto skies.

Perhaps it was my recent viewing of It Might Get Loud, a documentary that guitar aficionados are sure to love  (Directed by Davis Guggenheim. With Jimmy Page,
The Edge, and Jack White)
– the after effects of that wonder-filled expose may have set my “mind’s eye” to relating strange cloud formations to guitar riffs.  Also, it’s that summery time of year again when Rock n’ Roll revivals and concerts aplenty seem to flood the Hudson Valley.

But who needs Ticketron when one can just look up?

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“Let’s Welcome Jimi Hendrix to our Western Stage!”

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I “hear” a wah-wah pedal in action and a “Purple Haze” arising  . . .

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Remember Hendrix’s “Cross-Town Traffic”?

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Did you drift within those ubiquitous, exaggerated phase-shifts too?

Sitting “dead-center-of-the speakers” or with those mongo headphones on?

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Just look at these contrail cloud forms “grooving”
in counterpoint to the wispy cirrus fractus higher up –
every which way you look at them  . . .

“Over Under Sideways Down”
(Have to give The Yardbirds their due.)

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“Flowery Flumes” anyone?

Or is that an electrified chord from Jimi’s “Star Spangled Banner”?

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Turning the camera  . . . Now what do I see?

Methinks the opening measures of “Voodoo-Child.”

(“Otta-sight!”  – as we used to say.)

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Mooding-things-down a bit, I am reminded of a few memorable
Procol Harem concerts I attended in the 60s  . . .

Anyone know whatever happened to the myth-making story tellers of Rock ‘n Roll?

Remember those days sitting around in groups by candlelight and listening
to an amazing “Theme” album and then cracking out the T. S. Eliot, James Joyce or Homer and trying to figure out the “underlying meanings” hidden in
the references of the extended musical story?

Try doing that to Lady Ga-Ga!

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Yep!  “A Whiter Shade of Pale” comes to mind here  . . .

(The striated glowing forms I believe are “alto stratus undulatus” –
I’m still learning …)

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Did you fall “hopelessly in love” aided by the muddling
mixed-up sensuous-sensuality Tim Buckley’s music
spun as alluring gossamer skeined web?

Heaven help me  . . .

I did  . . .  A number of times  . . .  Boy that hurt!

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You didn’t know that Jimi Hendrix had Geishas
in waiting back stage?

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So who do you think “produced” the Jimi Hendrix portion of this “cloud concert”?
Michael Lang (who is my neighbor), Bob Geldof, or one of rock’s other mucky-mucks?

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Nope!

Thank American, Continental or United Airlines and the nearby Albany Airport.

Those fantastic “clouds” are known as “bastard clouds”
according to Gavin Pretor-Pinney, master cloudspotter.

Contrails (after condensation trails) are catalyzed into manifestation
by the exhaust fumes of aircraft that create strange thermal tunnels
in the sky that incite those strange formations of ice crystals
that can splash the skies for many hours.  (Strangely enough, they are
among the most durable and long lasting of all cloud formations.  Scary!)

Contrails are the subject of great controversy – at least as much
as the raging debates surrounding the use of “electrified”
as opposed to “acoustic” guitars.

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n o t e :

A number of friends have discussed interest in formal photography studies.
Go for it!  A word of caution, however.

Take it from one who studied “Photographic Science” at MIT:

>  Learn the rules, then break them as fast as you can (you might need to
do this in private) to discover “just who you are behind the lens”
>  Try not to take this medium too seriously
>  Beware of “peer” critiques and what others say about your photos
>  Teachers of photography lacking in a sense of humor and/or magnanimous generosity of spirit should be avoided like the plague
>  Take everything a photography instructor pronounces with a “grain of salt”
>  The “Art” of fine photography cannot be taught – it is “imbibed” over time
>  Play with your camera like you’re a 6 year-old

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>  If you’re “really serious” about this medium, follow the priceless advice of
the late master of the medium, Minor White:

“I am constantly photographing everything in my Mind’s Eye
as a form of practice.”

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>  “Dance” (and I mean literally) with your camera at least once a week
>   Take plenty of pictures of Clouds to lighten your being and as an “antidote”
to any serious photographic projects you might be engaged in  –  the heavens
are a great teacher
>   Flop, crop, flip, stand on your head  . . .  But for heaven’s sake, and the “sanctity of the photo-sphere” keep the cheesy-low-life Photoshop digital manipulations to a bare minimum – they’re a cheap and phony “crappy-cop-out”

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All images captured:   07.20.2010   |   Woodstock, NY

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